The German Patient
It’s time for another update on our ailing dachshund, Mister B.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Our other children
It’s time for another update on our ailing dachshund, Mister B.
Is it possible, as alarmists have claimed all along, that the Electoral College installed a straight-up Russian agent in the White House? A literal traitor? Can polite people start saying it out loud?
What if, on Earth 2, Wheel was a little more like Jeopardy?
A friend and I were recently talking about how we came to computers.
Mister B is home from Valley Animal Hospital.
If you’ve read my recent posts, you know our good boy Mister B has been under the weather, most likely with pneumonia.
I believe the stories, but haven’t any such encounters myself. I’m a large white man who dresses conservatively and keeps his hair cut short, perhaps a less tempting target for MAGAT assholes.
Got up at 5 AM to spray a wasp nest under the eaves over our breezeway, something you definitely don’t want to do when they’re awake and alert.